My pet theory.

A little bit of playing around. Not sure if it quite works, may need a re-write.

My pet theory goes running in the yard.

with it's, “is this what it is or something else?”

And self imagined self imagining

another's imaginary me.

Questions of will this be as it should,

or as it will be?

Tips it's head to one side in confusion;

then raises a leg n' does a pee.

My pet theory loves to go chasing cars.

With it's “is what ever we have what we deserve?”

Blaming the other for the others need

while praising the “I” over all others.

Questions of are all creeds ,species

and kin truly brothers?

Tears the bumper from car;

Runs of to place it with the others.

My pet thero.... Oh, it's just

gone and laid a nice big

steaming pile of pretence

on the kitchen floor.

I don't want this pet theory Any more!

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- hahahaha... reminds me of all the theories i've held closely and then escaped from suddenly just to find a new theory... :p

-- but i didn't miss the profundity of those existential questions you cloaked in a joke... -- i think poets and even aspiring poets like me are restive philosophers with a penchant for always trying to read between the lines of everything...

-- i usually fall flat on my face and read many things incorrectly but i still don't stop trying... :p